Praise is a debt we owe unto the virtue of others, and due unto our own from all whom malice hath not made mutes, or envy struck dumb.

It is we that are blind, not fortune.

Think not thy time short in this world, since the world itself is not long. The created world is but a small parenthesis in eternity, and a short interposition, for a time, between such a state of duration as was before it and may be after it.

Grave-stones tell truth scarce forty years. Generations pass while families last not three oaks.

For there is a music wherever there is a harmony, order, or proportion, and thus far we may maintain the music of the spheres.

A man is never alone, not only because he is with himself and his own thoughts, but because he is with the Devil, who ever consorts with our solitude.

A man may be in as just possession of the truth as of a city, and yet be forced to surrender.